City Of The Dead Poem by David Hayes

I ran into the City of the Dead
As I leaped over my friend's severed head
That's when I saw him, his sword in his hand
Blood dripping from the point, onto the land
My friend's killer, looking shocked and afraid
That's when I gave into my primal rage
I charged at my foe, anger in my eyes
But in my heart, I knew it was all lies
Revenge and justice is not why I fought
But ignorance is the disease that I caught
And in ignorance I cut off his head
Now my sword, in turn, was the sword that bleed
I looked up and standing there was a man
He pulled out his sword and his charge began
Thats when it hit me, that I was he
There was only one way that I'd be free
I dropped to my knees and raised up my head
There I died, in the City of the Dead